DylanI deepened the kiss and backed her toward the bed without breaking it, one hand buried in her hair, the other locked around her waist. I’d missed her so much…So fucking much, so I poured everything into that kiss.I kissed her like I was starving, and she kissed me back the same way, soft sounds spilling into my mouth every time my tongue met hers.She fell hard when the backs of her legs hit the mattress and I followed, dropping to my knees between her thighs so we stayed face to face. My hands slid under her top, palms flat against warm skin, and I felt the way she shivered.Zinnia pulled back just enough to speak, breath already uneven. “Your side… the bullet wound. Dylan, you’re still healing.”“I’m fine,” I replied, my voice rough with need. “Better than fine now that you’re here.”I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it aside so she could see for herself. Her eyes dropped to the mark, then lower, to the hard outline pressing against my sweatpants. I could see how
اقرأ المزيد